Guan Ya, Queen, Jiang Jingwei, Li Chunfeng, and Xie Lingxi followed him into the hospital building.
Wei Yuanzhou swept his gaze over the patrol team from Songhai, and a flicker of surprise passed through his gentle, calm eyes.
They wore matching field uniforms, with Yuanshi Tianzun and the mixed-race beauty at the forefront. Yuanshi Tianzun aside, the mixed-race beauty with slightly wavy long hair looked both gorgeous and dashing.
She wore high-top combat boots and tactical climbing pants tucked into the boots, with a black stretch vest beneath a light-colored jacket.
Her long legs, narrow waist, and full bust showed off her tall, voluptuous figure to perfection, yet she radiated a spirited heroism rather than sultry charm.
The alluring woman with silver earrings wore the same outfit, though she had more seductiveness than heroism. As for the two younger girls, they were in the prime of youth, looking like high school girls at military training—or online influencers playing at cosplay.
Of course, Wei Yuanzhou was not surprised by the beauty of the female patrol members. Having watched the arena matches, he knew Guan Ya and Jiang Jingwei and understood their level.
A team with three Saints—such a lineup was bound to be astounding.
In the intensive care ward, Zhang Yuanqing saw Long Live White Tiger. The tough and cheerful young man he remembered was now dressed in a hospital gown, wearing an oxygen mask, hooked up to an IV, and lying unconscious in bed.
His wheat-colored skin had gone dull, stripped of its usual luster and healthy flush.
Guan Ya, Li Chunfeng, and Wei Yuanzhou entered the intensive care ward, while the others stood guard outside.
"How badly is he hurt?"
Zhang Yuanqing looked at Quiet Sea City's handsome, mild-mannered captain.
"The external injuries are manageable. The real trouble is